Muffled sweat.

pool

In the old walls,
I leaned and listened.
Muffled voices,
forgotten souls.

I place my hand against the wall.
A beating.
Slide my fingers down,
bleat of blushing.

I kiss the wall.
Taste the sweat, tears
and love.

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